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Sojourning Charm
Two Poets thought as gathered one
Whence Musing 'Pasquinade'
Within the dream I lived our breath
Collectively displayed
And caught the laugh that tarried past
I'd somehow missed before
Thrown over head, or way outside
Weren’t mattered anymore
I heard us talk, with more to say
No different then than now
Except we drown in silent rain
Spoke not though we know how
I held the warmth from kinder days
As happiness too brief
Until I woke to catch the drops
With loneliness and grief |
